Season 3.01 - Death becomes them…or you

A/N: Eventhough we know this is far from original scrip layout, this is an attempt to get a series of "episodes" going. We'll try to get a 13 episode season written.

It's season 3, so we took a little interval. It's now 3 years after George got hit by the 0-gravity toilet seat from the Russian Space Station.

We took the liberty to delete the family storyline. We already thought the storyline was too redundant in the second season, so those will be deleted completely. We're not sure whether another out-of-main-cast storyline will evolve, we'll see. What we do know, is that we'll attempt to give all characters more meaning, more dept and more background information. We'll try to have one main character focus per written episode, surrounded by, offcourse the reaping and other stuff, may it be humoristical or emotional. Thanks for reading! Chapter 1 Intro

George's voiceover:

"Have you ever had the feeling like you were littarly sucked into something you weren't supposed to be sucked into? Like destiny itself shouldn't have to be enough for you to stay stuck in the very position you didn't put yourself in? I have, it's happened to me. No, I'm not talking about the time my mom was so destracted that my hair got sucked into the vacume cleaner. I'm taking a more liberal sense of understanding."

"To me, it happened almost 2 years ago, when my life was littarly obliverated by something I didn't expect, fuck, not even a Russian Space Station could predict what was gonna happen to me. Eventhough they were the ones that put me in this situation, fuckers. To this day, I'm being constantly reminded of what happened to me..Because to this day, I'm still known by some..as toilet seat girl. Yeah, I know, fucking hilarious!"

scene.

A young girl bikes through the streets of Seattle. She makes a left turn and parks her bike next to a tree, behind a white picked fence. George Lass, to many more named "Millie Hagen" comes home from another happy couple of hours of working at her temp-job, Happy Times.

As she reaches the door, it swindels open. A blonde appears at the opening. "Georgia!" Daisy Adair spoke in her formiliar accent. "How wonderful to see you again." Another dramatic tone sounded in her voice. "I have been looking aalllll over for you!" she added.

"I was at work, what do you need me for?"

"Tragedy has surcome us! We have to get out of here!"

"Whah? What's going on? Why do things constantly happen while I'm away?"

The blonde brings her right hand to her forehead and swings it back.

"Fire, there, in the kitchen!" She shrieks.

As quick as a man (or woman) could say "Holy Crap, there's a fire." The young girl had reached the kitchen, soon followed by Daisy. Daisy was giggleing behind George as she spotted the kitchen.

Spotless.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? I was totally freaking out!" George spoke with an angry voice.

"Don't worry about it. I was just practicing a scene." Daisy replied, seemingly without a care in the world.

"You told me...that our house..was on fire. How the fuck do you think I'm going to react."

The blonde did nothing more than laughing abundantly. "Easy Georgia, There's nothing going on. As I said, just an act."

Restoring to her natural color, George turned around to find Daisy, not smiling anymore, just a couple of chuckles.

George Voiceover.

"I know she comes across as being a total nimrod. As a matter of fact, that's exactly what she is. But Daisy Adair and I have grown accustomed to eachother over the past year and a half. Sure, she took my bed, sure she practically forced herself into my first appartment and sure she grades herself as being more of a successful actress as she really is, there really is some dept behind this girl. She doesn't really know it, and sometimes, it doesn't even show. But I find myself catching her off guard more now than I ever have before."

Scene.

George just hussled out of the kitchen. She went up the stairs mumbling: "Scene, what scene? There is no scene, there is never gonna be a scene. Crazy screw-up, I'll show you"

Daisy followed her young friend to the bottom of the stairs and heard the mumbles. "You know, for someone who was an actress on gone with the wind, you sure have to keep yourself to minimal roles!" She heard George yell as the last mentioned slammed the door shut.

Daisy just smiled and went into the living room.

Knock, knock.

Someone was at the door.

As George opened her bedroom door again, she heard Daisy opening it already. She heard soft voices from the direction of the door.

"Don't do that silly, she's gonna hear us." She heard Daisy whispering and giggleing. Deeply intruiged by the person that got Daisy so wound up, she sneaked to the top of the flight of stairs.

Nobody was there.

George did all she could think of at the moment. She ran downstairs, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious person, presumably male, at the door. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she heard a door slam shut.

Through a window, located at the front of the house, she saw Daisy stepping into a 250.000 dollar Aston Martin Vanquish. She thought to herself: "Hmm, not bad Ms. Adair." The car did it's usual 0-62 MPH in 4 seconds and before she had time for another thought, Daisy and her blacked-out-windowed-Aston Martin had been erased from the street sight.

Since there was no way George would be able to see what or who had taken place into the car alongside her friend, she decided to do what every young person of this day and age would do. She would call Daisy on her cellphone.

RING RING.

"The number you have dialed cannot be reached at the moment. Please try again later."

She removed the phone from her ear and looked at it, faintly, the voice kept repeating the same sentence over and over again. "The number you have..." 'Shit!" Was all she said.

It wasn't until nightfal that Daisy re-entered the house. George saw her blow a kiss towards that same grey Aston Martin.

"Where were you?" George let out slightly agravated at Daisy.

Daisy shut the door and placed her attention to George. "Well, Georgia, I was out."

"Yes, I could see that, but where? And with whom?"

Daisy waved her hand towards George, as if she was trying to blow her off. "Not now George, I'm tired." She went to her room in the back of the house and shut the door again.

George Voiceover.

"George? She called me George? Now I really do have to find out what's happening to her."

Scene.

Next morning, Der Waffle Haus.

George, Daisy and Roxy are sitting in their regular green fake leather booth. Daisy is reading the newspaper, George and Roxy are talking about Roxy's job, police officer.

"So, since Mason could see your gun, mind if I take a look at it."

Daisy stared at George in disbelief, soon followed by Roxy.

"What?" George simply asked.

"Oh come on! Are you gonna tell me you have completely forgotten what Roxy did to Mason when he asked her about the gun?" Daisy replied, still reading the newspaper.

Roxy looked at George with penetrable eyes. "But Mason was something different. He had been bugging my ass for weeks." She softened her voice. "Sure honey, here you go."

With that said, Roxy handed the 9 mm Glock to George, not forgetting to take the magazine with bullets out.

When George had the Glock in her hands, she first glanced over it, before pointing it towards Daisy, who was still not looking up from her newspaper.

"That shit is very dangerous, don't ever do that again." She heard Roxy say, right before claiming back the handgun. She directed herself to Roxy and noticed that she had her angry face on. "You might injure someone if you don't know how to use it!" Roxy continued.

At that moment, 2 men joined the girls in the booth. "Oh that is just not fair." Mason said, while sitting down on a chair next to the booth. "Why is it that, when I ask you to see the gun, you shoot me in the bullocks... but when she asks you to see it, it's all "there you go sweety"?" he asked Roxy, who just replied with a poisenous stare.

The other man to join the party was Rube. He was older than the rest of the reapers, and had quite the reputation on him.

A waitress named Kiffany came over to their booth.

"What can I get the lot of you?" she asked in a friendly voice. All together, the group started blaring out orders. The only thing she could make out were "Extra extra Crispy" and "Fruit".

She peeked over her notepad. "Let's try this again, shall we?" One by one, they ordered their breakfast, going from fruit salad and green tea to over easy eggs with extra extra extra crispy bacon with a side of hashbrowns and coffee.

"Anything for you Mason?" the waitress asked, after she finished the writing on her notepad.

"Just a cup of coffee."

"It'll be right there." Was her only response before she stuck the pad into the koala shaped bag she strapped around her before beginning her shift.

As Kiffany walked over to the next table, Rube began to speak.

"No post-its as of now."

Everyone looked at Rube in disbelief. Never had it happened before that there weren't any pos-its at the beginning of the day.

"Stop whining, There are no post-its and that's final." The older man grumped.

Everyone was looking at everyone, shrugging their shoulders and not exactly knowing what to do. Daisy, who had looked up from her paper to receive her post-it whispered at Mason: "This has never happened before. Do you think everything's alright?"

Rube, who had overheard the conversation felt the need to reply. "You know, It's not because there are no post-its that I'm going either deaf nor senile. And to answer your question, nothing is going on."

With that said, Kiffany came to the table with their orders. Eating was done in silence.

Everyone except Rube left "Der Waffle Haus" after breakfast.

As George, Mason, Daisy and Roxy were walking, silence was broken by George. "There are still a couple of things I don't understand."

"Go right ahead, the stage is yours." Daisy Adair replied. "I don't have nothin' to hide, so ask away." She added.

"First of all, Mason, what's your last name?" George said without holding back. "I've always wondered that. I mean, my last name is Lass, Daisy here is an Adair,..."

She was interupted by Daisy.

"Of the Greenwich Adairs" She added with pride.

"...Of the Greenwich Adairs" George added, rolling her eyes. "Roxy Harvey and Rube Sofer. But I've never heard you talk about your last name before."

"Gr" the rest of the word dissapeard in the background.

"What's that, I didn't hear you." George told Mason.

Daisy just giggled and replied: "It's Granger, Mason Granger is his full name." She then turned to Mason and padded him on the shoulder. "There there."

George also turned towards Mason, who was walking in between Daisy and herself. "What's so bad about being a Granger?"

Mason looked up. "Well. Nothing, really. I just wish my last name would, you know, represent my coolness."

The girls started laughing. "Why?" Was the only thing George could come up with.

"It's not exactly posh for a bloke who was born behind the ampliphiers of a rock concert now is it? Bloody hell."

The girls just continued on laughing. "You do know what Granger means, don't you?" Daisy asked him.

"I don't bloody care. It's my name and I'm completely discontent with is."

"It means "He superintendant of the Grange."" Daisy replied. "A grange is a farm owned by either a gentleman farmer or a monestry, in case you didn't know."

Mason looked at Daisy in disbelief. "What, you don't think a girl my age knows how to spell?"

Mason smirked. "You looked up the meaning of my last name? Admit it darling, you love me."

Roxy and George could only onlook. They didn't know what just happend. How did the conversation suddenly go from answering questions, to a statement of love at the address of Mason?

"Don't be silly." Daisy stated. "I'm from the 30's, I know what a Grange is and I just thought it would be derrived from that." She smiled nervously.

"And?" Mason responded.

"Let's just continue our little walk here. Best enjoy it while we're still post-it-less." The blonde said.

The walk continued in an agonizing silence.

George Voiceover

Now you would think that everything is said and done by this. But it's not.

Scene

"Someone please tell me why we're going back to the waffle house? I thought we were trying to avoid work?" George asked as Roxy held the door open for everyone to enter.

"Because we have to. It's our job." Roxy answered while still holding the door. "And when we don't do our job, this place will be in a shitload of troubles."

End of Chapter 1